[Verse 1 - Blacastan]
Yes yes yall, who rock the best it's the b-l-a-c
Play the strip without rocking a vest
I'm saluted in the hood where I'm from
In a spot where most of these rap n***as really can't come
Movin' slow in an m3, feeling like B.I.G
Yellow gold christ, the eyes made of rubies
And like Bobby Fischer, strategical moves B
Some play hard, but still lose the game
Especially when they chasing money bitches and fame
At the bodega, dope in the back, crack in the front
Some throw crack in they blunt, exhale
Smooth as Stringer Bell, high class clientele
Took an indie deal, and then I blew off of that shit
That's like flippin' 8-balls to bricks
Grinding hard with the wisdoms of master Ferard (Fard?)
I trap at the bodega like I trap in the yard

[Verse 2 - Planetary]
Corner store, dice ricochet off a stack of more
Back and forth word play, n***as strapping up for war
Black skully with the black thermal, n***as often mad purple
Timberlands is in again, the villains in 'em fast to merk you
My circle of thieves disturbing your peace
My version of beef is heated to alerting degrees
Earth is the feast, every continent is my condiment
And every consonant is looking for a vowel to compliment
I'm complex and you can tell if you had common sense
? rap shit gotta make some kinda sense
I'm a mess if you ain't notice by now though
My foul flow is up there where the clouds go
The crowd go apeshit when the curtain open
Beethoven bar count, bounce I emerge with a potion
But tomorrow man, it's back to the concrete
The block that made me, to help me define street
[Chorus X2 - Planetary]
Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grinding, add it to the struggle
Walking over puddles, dodging all the raindrops
Trouble in the waters and it's on us till the game stops

[Verse 3 - Crypt]
Bodega rap, dutchy and a quart of water
Young bull outside looking like he wanna slaughter
I got the pull and product, I fulfill them orders
50 grand, right through the custom borders
Give us a little room, why you all up on us
These all ass days, but nobody can harm us
You's a little buzz, I'm a mushroom cloud
I'm a nuclear warhead that will hunt you down
Quarter rock and prowl, pour the rocks is loud
Speakeasy drink liquor, pour the rocks right out
Put thoughts on the paper, thoughts in the spaceship
Parallel universe got me caught in the matrix
Spaced out, I can't get back to the basics
So it's back to the future, where we hustle on base kicks
We in the land of the lost, don't try to trace this
My food for thought so big you couldn't taste it

[Verse 4 - Esoteric]
Murderous messiah rap, find me in the streets like a tire track
I ain't talking Detroit stats when I be sayin
Yall some lyin' sacks, of shit
My entire track's a fire trap, we mic'd up like wire taps
I attack like a vampire
That's the reason yall be skatin' off the scene
It's Es, and AOTP's the team and we always connect
Warchild on the speed dial playin' on the text
Got an iPhone app through an iPhone app
In rap, I'm self made like the gatalog (brat)
And the only time you ? when studio time's freed up
My people will beat the beat up
I'm evil you better read up
We shittin' up on your hood and we leavin' the fuckin' seat up
Yall don't wanna meet up plus yall (can call you're freed up?)
AOTP will heat the street up
You got beef, you better speak up
We tear your team in half, shake the league up
[Chorus X2 - Planetary]
Coming from the muscle, add a little hustle
On the corner grinding, add it to the struggle
Walking over puddles, dodging all the raindrops
Trouble in the waters and it's on us till the game stops